His Rejected Mate, His Obsession
Waking up naked between two strangers wasn't part of Kiara's engagement celebration. Neither was being rejected by her fated mate, disowned by her family, and stabbed by her only sister.
Six years later, she's survived. Rebuilt. Moved on.
Then Chase Knight walks back into her life, and the mate bond that should've died? It's very much alive. He still makes her feel things she thought died years ago.
There's just one problem: he's engaged to Kylie and Kiara has a secret she'd rather die than let any one of them find out about.
And Chase? He's about to find out that the woman he rejected six years ago is the only one he's ever really wanted.
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Chapter 1
Kiara.
I woke up in a room I'd never seen in my life. The lights were way too bright that my eyes stung like I'd been dragged out of sleep by force and not by my choice.
I bolted upright too fast which caused my whole head to spin and the blanket on me to slip off and then I froze.
I was naked.
Stark freaking naked.
I couldn't even scream. My breath choked itself before it could make a sound. I grabbed the robe at the edge of the bed like my life depended on it and yanked it over my skin hoping it could erase everything, or something?
What the hell?
What the actual hell?
Only after I covered myself did I see them.
Two men. One on either side of the bed. Watching me with smirks on their faces.
It was as if they'd been waiting. Almost like they'd already seen it all.
"Who... how..." Heck, my voice didn't even sound like me.
The last thing I remembered...no. I had to focus. The last thing was drinks. Just drinks. At the bar. With my sister. That's all it was. Just one glass. I only had one.
I felt dizzy almost immediately and now...
Now I was here.
Naked. In bed. With strangers.
With no memory about what had happened or how I even got here.
Something was wrong. No, everything was wrong. Nothing about this made sense.
I tried to remember what happened after I stood from the barstool. I tried so hard to chase any thought, any second of memory that could lead me to this room but there was absolutely nothing.
I couldn't remember anything.
I pinched my arm, hard. I wanted it to be a dream.
But the pain was sharp and very real. This is so not a dream.
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" one of them said.
And then he laughed. Loud, obnoxious, rocking back and forth like it was a goddamn joke. Like I was the joke.
Like I asked for this.
My stomach twisted. My chest felt like it was caving in.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked. But my voice wasn't strong, not really.
It was scared.
I was scared.
I could barely stay upright. But I kept trying to think. Something had to connect. Maybe I left the bar with someone? Maybe I walked out? Maybe I made a mistake?
But there was nothing.
No faces. No streets. No scent trails. Just this room and this headache and my skin crawling.
And I was supposed to be getting married soon.
My wedding was coming up.
Yet I was in bed with two men.
"What the heck did you do to me?" I said, my voice rising now. I tried to push away, to move back, to get out...
But then a hand touched my shoulder, it was ice-cold and it shoved me back down like I was nothing.
And I didn't fight it.
Because I couldn't.
I should've been able to shift, claw, scream, or even rip them apart.
But it felt like my wolf was gone or silenced. Like someone had turned off a switch.
I couldn't feel her. I felt nothing. I was empty and weak.
I had to have been drugged. I just had to be.
"Did... did you touch me?" I asked.
My voice cracked, but I asked again anyway. "Did you?"
I didn't think they had. But what if I was wrong? What if I just didn't feel it yet?
"What do you think?" Blondie said, and he was still smiling. Still laughing.
I wanted to rip it off his face. I hated him. I hated both of them.
"Let me go!" I snapped, trying to rip my hand back as he grabbed it too tight, like he wanted me to scream.
His grip was rough but it wasn't the pain that shook me.
It was his eyes. They weren't right.
They weren't wolf like . They were empty and Soulless.
Just then we heard a knock sound on the door and we all froze. My heart stopped.
And then there was another knock.
The two of them looked at the door like it wasn't supposed to happen. Like whoever was out there had ruined their plan.
Soon, the sound of something started jingling. Keys.
It clinked and clinked then it was the sound of it turning the door knob.
Soon enough, the door flew open and Chase stood there.
Everything inside me dropped.
He was standing right there. One hand on the doorknob. The other frozen midair like he was about to grab something, do something, like he hadn't expected this either. Who would?
His eyes moved.
They saw me. And then the rest of the persons in the room.
And he didn't say a word. But he didn't have to.
His growl made the walls vibrate.
His eyes went red. Alpha red.
And just like that, the two guys were on their knees, heads lowered, shaking.
The weight of his fury hit them like a wave.
I'd never seen him like this. I'd never seen him look at anyone like this.
And it was because of me.
"Chase... no," I whispered. I didn't even know what I meant by that.
He didn't look at me.
He didn't move toward me.
He only spoke in a scarily calm and cold tone.
"Leave the room now, Kiara."
It wasn't a request. It was a warning.
And I knew what would happen if I walked away.
It'd be over. There would be no explanation. No fixing it, no fixing this.
"I don't want to," I said. My voice shook. "Let me explain myself, Chase. Please."
"I want you to go," he said again. This time with something dark in his voice. "Because I fear you will hate seeing what I'm about to do here."
He meant it. He was seconds away from killing them.
I shook my head.
"I can't let you taint yourself like this, Chase," I said, even though my throat was dry. "Please."
He still wouldn't look at me. His eyes were on them. Locked.
"You didn't think you'd get away with this?" he said.
His voice was quieter now. Which made it worse.
"You didn't think there'd be consequences?"
The blonde one stammered. "She asked us to accompany her. She said she was lonely. Seduced us and-"
"That's a lie!" I snapped, my hands grabbing the sheets like I could tear through the truth.
Chase's eyes finally turned to me.
"You are pitiable, Kiara."
Each word landed like a blow.
"You're naked in a room with wolves and you think you still have the guts to tell me you can explain?"
"I wasn't... I'm not-"
My voice didn't work. Nothing came out right.
Why couldn't I speak? Why now? Why did every word feel stuck in my throat?
"Chase..."
He looked at me. And what I saw there was still red.
But now infused with pain. And rage.
The kind of rage that could destroy everything.
And then he lunged. He grabbed the blond guy by the throat with one hand and lifted him like he was nothing.
The other guy didn't
"An Omega?" Chase growled. His voice was filled with pure disgust. "This is what you fall for? This is what you risk everything... me for?"
His grip tightened.
The guy turned red and started struggling.
Just then, Chase stopped.
He let him go. Not because he forgave but because he seemed to remember who he was.
The Alpha. The Leader. Not a killer.
"Get out before I snap your necks in two," he snarled.
They immediately ran, leaving no room for any form of hesitation.
And now it was just us. Alone.
I stood there, robe clutched around me.
I wanted to explain. I needed to.
"Nothing happened," I said. "Chase, I swear, nothing happened."
There was no response.
I moved closer and reached for him.
My hand touched his shoulder and he immediately flinched. Recoiled even, like I was dirt.
He finally turned to face me, even though it seemed like it took every of his willpower to do that.
His eyes were unreadable now.
"I don't want you anywhere near me," he said.
Even then, his voice had that Alpha edge. Even though it was soft, it stung a lot.
"Chase, this isn't what it looks like."
I was pleading now. It was pathetic, but I didn't care.
"I, Chase Knight, Alpha of the Valley Pack..."
He said it like a final sentence.
"...reject you, Kiara Farkas, as my mate and future Luna."
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7.6
I was kneeling on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse, staring at a ticking timer while a masked man held a knife to my throat. My fiancé's nephew, Preston, finally burst through the door, but he wasn't alone. He was clutching my stepsister, Felicia, both of them looking frantic.
The kidnapper gave Preston a brutal choice: the bomb was rigged to the door, and he could only take one woman with him. The other would stay behind to burn.
Without a single second of hesitation, Preston grabbed Felicia's hand and turned his back on me.
"I'm sorry, Annelise," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any real regret.
He slammed the heavy iron door shut, leaving me to scream in the darkness as the flames began to roar. He didn't just leave me to die; he did it to protect his inheritance, treating me like a piece of trash that was finally being cleared from his path.
Later, in the hospital, he didn't even offer an apology. Instead, he raised his hand to strike me, threatening to finish what the fire started if I dared to speak a word about his cowardice. His stepsister laughed, trying to pour scalding coffee on my face while calling me a pathetic loser who should have stayed in the warehouse.
I sat there, cowering and shaking like a broken girl, letting them believe they had won. I watched their cruelty with wide, watery eyes, wondering how they could be so blind to the monster they were provoking.
What Preston didn't know was that the entire kidnapping was a performance I had choreographed myself, and every second of his betrayal was recorded in 4K.
Now, I've successfully moved into the manor of the real king-his uncle, Francesco Lancaster. He thinks he's rescued a wounded bird, but he's actually invited a world-class predator into his home. The game is no longer about survival; it's about total destruction.
8.7
Synopsis:
She thought she could forget him by morning. She was wrong.
Catherine Moretti wanted to escape her past.
As the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, her life was full of danger, lies, and control. So she ran, hoping to start over, far from the world she was born into.
But one reckless night turned her life upside down, just to find out later she's pregnant with the hot Italian stranger's baby, the one she spent the night with!
Now, she's pulled back into the mafia world, only this time, into Nico's.
She ran from one mafia king... and ended up in the arms of his enemy
However, Nico isn't the kind of man you walk away from.
And in his world, one night can turn into forever.
8.9
"Aria," He called my name so sweetly as my legs wobbled. No, no, no..I can't fall for his charms again.
"Don't touch me!" My voice betrayed me. A moan came out as Lucas drew closer to me.
"What do you think, that I will ever let you go? Never ever..." His breath fanned my face, and one more trick from him, then I'm doomed. I'm here for revenge, but he wants to ruin me.
***
Aria, the girl everyone knows as the one marked under the blood moon. She was chosen by the moon goddess years ago to bear the mark, but little did she know what her destiny was.
She was faced with so much torture from the people because they think that whoever bears that mark would cause nothing but destruction.
Aria became a threat to the kingdom. Enemies wanting to take the one who bears the mark. And the one person she trusts betrays her. Lucas, his quest for more power made him sacrifice Aria to access the throne.
Years later, war started in the kingdom, and Aria, the forbidden Luna, came back with a completely different personality, not that once sweet Aria they all knew but instead a strong and powerful Aria that no one could challenge.
Lucas regretted everything he did to Aria, but Aria no longer wanted love but revenge.
But with their mate bond activated and with nothing but revenge in her heart leading the kingdom to doom, Lucas must choose either to surrender to the mate he once betrayed or lose his world to the wrath of the Luna he forgot.
7.3
The sound of loud slapping windows jolted her from her sleep. She carefully got down from the bed, walking towards the window to shut it closed.
She froze instantly, turning cold with fear at the familiar figure standing right outside her window.
She staggered backwards. "No," she shook her head in disbelief, but that didn't stop him from jumping through her window.
She ran for the door, desperately trying to unlock it, but it wasn't even budging. Her heart raced in her chest, her palms clammy, and then she felt his large presence behind her, slamming his hand on the door right beside her head.
She slowly turned to find those cold gray eyes staring at her.
She trembled. "H-how did you f-find me?"
A sinister smirk suddenly appeared on his lips, his eyes shining with an evil glint.
"Didn't I tell you, Lilian? You run, I chase."
His hand shot to her throat, his thumb caressing it gently, and then he covered the distance between them, leaning in for his hot breath to fan her neck.
His hand held her small waist, pulling her impossibly closer to himself.
"Now you must be punished, princess."
In a bid to escape her cold husband and her cruel family, Lilian finds herself in an even more dangerous situation that either mends or breaks her.
7.5
I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait.
To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission.
I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner.
They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon.
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire.
"I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS."
This time, I was playing by my own rules.
9.7
Rogues broke into the Pack House, holding a silver knife to my throat while another captive held Brooke, the so-called "Seer."
The Rogue leader gave my Alpha, Harrison, three seconds to choose who lived.
Without hesitation, he commanded, "Save Brooke."
I was gutted with a silver blade and left to bleed out on the carpet while he cradled her.
Miraculously, I survived, only to find he had already replaced me. He claimed Brooke was pregnant with his heir—something he said I, a "defective" Omega who couldn't shift, could never give him.
To protect his reputation and clear the way for his new Luna, he didn't just exile me. He drugged me with Wolfsbane and threw me onto a fishing trawler rigged with explosives.
As the timer ticked down in the dark cargo hold, I finally understood the depth of his cruelty.
Years ago, when I miscarried our actual child alone on the bathroom floor, begging for him through the mind-link, he hadn't just ignored me—he had blocked me to pick up his mistress.
The boat exploded, turning the ocean into fire. Harrison stood on the cliff, watching me burn, satisfied that his problem was gone.
But he forgot that my bloodline doesn't perish in fire.
Six months later, I walked back into the Council Hall.
I wasn't the weak Omega anymore. I was the legendary White Wolf.
And on my arm was the Lycan King—the one man Harrison feared most.
"Hello, Harrison," I smiled.
"I believe you're sitting in my seat."